Will of chaos

Chapter 1944: Cap 1940: They can’t stop me…

POV ??? (Avatar of Hatred):

“< Corrupting Aura Technique: Blade of the Hated >” (me)

“< Breath of Myriad Bloodlines >” (Bearer of Chaos)

I dodge the Breath attack, using it to strike the woman chasing me from behind. Meanwhile, my Aura blade forms around my arm, cutting cars from his fingers, which fly away. He dodges a worse blow.

I wanted to keep attacking him. It seems one of his familiars has become armor around him before he counters with his breath, creating a blast of blood rays with different races.

Dodging this attack would be easy, but with this thing simultaneously attacking me from behind, it was difficult. I didn’t expect his Breath attack to split in two like that. I dodged the first, and it split open, attacking a second time. It also didn’t seem to have much effect on the woman, who continued attacking me.

“< Intent of Hatred: Wave of Rejection >” (me)

The power of the Concept of Hatred surges within me, flowing into my arms before I clap my palms together, sending waves of cold energy in all directions, causing space itself to distort.

As soon as the continuation of the Breath attack approaches me, the attack deflects, shattering space. But the same doesn’t happen to the woman. She ignores both space and my waves of hatred and arrives at my side. Black flames surge around her as her claws descend toward me.

I wouldn’t receive her attack; my wings flap as I spin in place, dodging her claws that tear through space.

“(I don’t know if I can handle both at the same time.)” (Me)

“(I think I better. If I take your body now, it will only accelerate that thing’s awakening.)” (Hatred)

“(As long as the Ritual succeeds, they all won’t matter. The victory or defeat of this battle won’t matter. Everything will be mine. They all perished before my fury!)” (Hatred)

Hatred didn’t want to act. It seemed the matter within the miasma was more complicated than I thought. There was nothing to be done. I would have to deal with it on my own.

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Pov Niryna:

I was sitting in the Temple of Urd, staring at the stars. My servants were on the ground, their arms almost completely regenerated, their bodies covered in cold sweat as they writhed in the amplified pain of the slow regeneration I inflicted on them.

“(Child, the time has come to end the rebellion.)” (Callidora)

“…” (me)

Her voice rings in my mind once more. I know I shouldn’t ignore it. I have nothing to gain by acting so childishly. I’m gambling with my own luck by trying to resist such an ancient being. But even so, I can’t help but think about what happened, the danger I caused to the one who was always with me.

“(You foolish child, do you think you’ll anger me by acting like this?)” (Callidora)

“(You think you can resist if I really want to do something?)” (Callidora)

“(The punishment for your servants is just entertainment for me; your childish rage and tantrums are adorable to watch.)” (Callidora)

“(But now I have no intention of letting things continue like this.)” (Callidora)

“…” (me)

I tried to remain silent, tried to ignore her words, but I could feel her tentacles spreading through my Soul, her will like a tidal wave inside me. I felt like I was drowning and didn’t even realize it when I fell to the ground.

Callidora was already in her spectral form wearing a simple white dress, floating in front of me inches off the ground. But this time she wasn’t smiling, her eyes were serious, and a primal fear welled up within me as my entire body trembled even more.

I don’t have time to convince a child like you, so I’ll be blunt.” (Callidora)

“You will go to where Zenos is and retrieve something of mine from there, understand!?” (Callidora)

“…” (me)

“No!!!” (me)

I made my Divine and Infernal power burn, forced my Will to rise while my own Soul trembled, but still I couldn’t get up. Even so, I could at least speak and imposed my refusal with all the Will I possessed.

I was afraid, more afraid than I cared to admit, more afraid than I could resist, yet I didn’t want to surrender to her again. I knew she couldn’t do anything to Zenos, and I no longer cared if she did something to me.

Death and even eternal torture would be better than living with the guilt of making him suffer more. I couldn’t continue this, I couldn’t give her what she wanted again. I was afraid it would make Zenos suffer again.

“That wasn’t a request, my daughter.” (Callidora)

“That was a realization.” (Callidora)

“You will go there and retrieve my Artifact, or your precious Father will die for this very Artifact.” (Callidora)

“…” (me)

Suddenly my mind went blank. I didn’t know if she was lying, I didn’t know if she was deceiving me. As far as I knew, she couldn’t lie, but I couldn’t trust her again. It could be another manipulation. I couldn’t simply trust her words again.

“Foolish child, I don’t need to lie. I won’t deceive you this time, and we both know that the mere possibility of being right will make you go there.” (Callidora)

“Bitch! You damn bitch!!!” (me)

“Your words are little more than compliments. In my lifetime, I’ve been called many things in every language, I’ve had many names, and I won’t be offended by such mediocre vocabulary as you.” (Callidora)

“I’ll kill myself before you can do anything to him again!” (me)

“Do that, and I’ll simply resurrect you. But don’t worry, I’m not seeking to harm Zenos. You just need to retrieve the Artifact.” (Callidora)

“…” (me)

I didn’t know what she really wanted. Perhaps I was being manipulated once again, and knowing her, that might be the case. But even so, I couldn’t ignore the potential danger to Zenos. Callidora’s serious tone also weighed on my conscience.

Whatever this Artifact was, its importance to Callidora was genuine, and anything like that would be too dangerous an item to exist.

She was Emphatic in recovering her Artifact, something created with the power of Hell and in the hands of another is a danger to anyone. Considering that this Artifact is where Zenos is attacking now, it would most likely be in the hands of the Avatar of Hatred or one of his followers.

“(Filthy bitch!!!)” (me)

I hated myself for once again following exactly what this wretch was asking, but my pride matters little compared to the danger Zenos could be facing right now.

Snap

“< Release >” (me)

I snap my fingers and the curses I placed on the two servants on the ground release as I stand up, no longer restrained by Callidora, who has disappeared.

“This is not the time for your punishment. We are leaving, and I hope for the future that it is only my will that you follow!” (me)

“I honor your will…” (Lara)

“I will obey…” (Dante)

“Then let’s go!” (me)

“I hope I’m making the right decision this time…” (me)

“(Before you go, you need to summon something that will be useful in reclaiming this Artifact.)” (Callidora)

Suddenly, Callidora’s voice appears in my mind once again, accompanied by a wealth of information.

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Pov ??? (Avatar of Hatred):

“< Sword of Grudge: Unstoppable Blade >” (me)

With a twist of an energy sword, I cut off one of the Chaos Bringer’s claws, sending it flying, while simultaneously pushing away the woman who emerged from the statuette.

Even so, she charges at me once more, while two attacks from the Chaos Bringer’s Divine Beasts come from two other sides.

I dodge the Star Breath and defend myself from the woman’s teeth, but a wooden sword strikes my arm, causing my bones to crack as natural energy takes root within me.

Of course, this power couldn’t last long. My hatred grows as murderous intent explodes within me. I see Zenos’s Divine Beasts retreating as the arm I severed regenerates once more.

But even though her attack has stopped, the woman attacks again, but her body is already covered in patterns that resemble spots. The technique I used is slowly taking over her body, but it will take a while longer to take effect.

“(Attack the Chaos Bringer now, something’s strange!)” (Hatred)

“< Sword of Grudge: Sacrifice for Hatred >” (Hatred)

My blood flows down my arm to the black sword in my hands, energy pulsing from it as I slash forward at the same time my other arm is ripped off by the woman in the statuette.

As she devotes my severed arm, my attack cuts through the Wooden Colossus and the Spirit Dragon among the Chaos Bringer’s Divine Beasts, reaching him faster than I can react.

My body weakens and my Aura decays after this attack, but thanks to it, I saw something that shocked me while also enraging my mistress Hatred to the point where my Soul trembles with its fury.

The Chaos Bringer was cut in two and revealed to be nothing more than a clump of blood. It wasn’t him, this was just another one of his Divine Beasts. He wasn’t here!

“No, he couldn’t…” (me)

It was clear he’d gone to the ritual, using his Divine Beast as a copy of himself to avoid noticing his absence. There was only the ritual he could have gone to, and I wasn’t the only one to realize this when the Will of Hatred flooded my body. ᴛʜs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛʀ s ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛ ʙʏ novel·fıre·net

“(You can’t stop me!!!!)” (Hatred)

“(Give me your body!)” (Hatred).